De aged Harry

Harry felt relaxed as the woman held him gently; she seemed to know his name. He peaked up at the woman; she had lovely hazel eyes. She must have felt him move as she looked down, giving him a small smile; she gently put some glasses on his face. 

"It's okay, Harry. I've got you; it's me, Hermione. But you can call me Moine. Now, we are going to get you looked at, okay." Her voice was so lovely and gentle that he couldn't help but nod along and give her a smile, which caused her to smile more.

"Madam Pomfrey, I need your help." 
"Oh, who is that poor child." 

"It's Harry; Malfoy threw something into his cauldron."
"Right, take him over there. I shall get what I need."

"Right, Harry darling, you okay," Hermione placed Harry down. The little boy pouted.

Hermione went through her bag and pulled out her robe, waving her wand and transfiguring it into a blanket big enough for Harry to wrap around himself. It was a dark blue with Stag and Does dotted all over it. She handed it over to Harry, who looked confused as he tilted his head.

"For Arry, arry's" Harry little voice came out unsure as he struggled with his words. Hermione gave him a gentle smile, nodding her head.

"Yes, Harry, this is for you." 
Harry had a big smile as she snuggled into it, as all he had was a shirt way too big for him. Madam Pomfrey came back, placing some things down on the side table, 

"Right, darling, I need to move this." She spoke as she reached for his new blanky; Harry started crying but put up no fight like any other child would. Pomfrey removed the shirt so she could listen to his heart; she managed to hold her gasp at his bruises and cuts, scanning her wand over the boy.

"He is just 30 months old and severely underweight. My scans show that he has already suffered many breaks and contusions. I have healed them now. However, the most concerning thing is the neural pathways in his brain. He may get bits of memories he doesn't understand fully, though they will be viewed through his child's mind. But it will most likely be confusing and scary for Harry. We must see what the headmaster wants to do with him, but I will not have him sent back to his families as it is very clear that they have been mistreating him; the poor boy seems to have taken to you very well." Poppy's voice seemed to break as she spoke. She handed Harry his blanket back, which stopped the boy's tears as he snuggled it close to him and gave her a small smile; she then held her hand out, and a lolly came flying into it; she waved her wand over it before handing it to Harry who eyes light up as he looked between the adults.

"Arrays," he spoke, his voice sounding unsure as he pointed to himself. The woman nodded, smiling as he slowly licked the lowly. Once he realised he wasn't getting taken off of him, he stuck it in his mouth and happily munched it. 

Dumbledore and Snape came into the room. Hermione quickly picked Harry up and held him close; she wouldn't let the headmaster take him or let Snape hurt him. She watched Madam Pomfrey speak to them, showing them the results; Snape looked shocked and furious at the headmaster, who shook his head. 

"Miss Granger, may I see P... Mr Potter...please." Professor Snape looked at her, and she slowly turned, showing Harry to her Professor. The Professor's eyes widened as he saw the blanket. 

"I transfigured it from my robe; he seems to love it. I know that his mum and dad patronus." 
Snape gently rubbed his finger on Harry's cheek as he watched the boy eat his lolly. Harry looked up at the man; he wasn't sure how he felt about him. Harry's green eyes looked right into Snape's black-looking eyes.

"He has his mother's eyes; I shall work on the potion to help him; it shall take some time. I assume you will be looking after him if you need help." Snape's voice was shocking, quiet, and gentle; Hermione, unable to say anything, just nodded.

Dumbledore came over to her with a twinkle in his eye.
"No, he isn't going back there; he is staying with me. "Hermione's voice was stern as she held him close. " No, you left him there. He told you he didn't want to return; I heard him talking to Sirius. He wanted to escape the Dursley and almost begged Sirius to take him in. You have done nothing for him; I will look after him here and in a Grimmauld place; there won't be anywhere else safe once he finds out Harry has been turned into a two-year-old."  Hermione nodded as she rocked Harry in her arms. As Harry buried his head into Hermione, whimpering.

"You are right, Miss Granger; I can't tell you how sorry I am. I shall help in getting anything you need for Harry." Dumbledore looked at Harry with such regret. The man left the room with Snape; Madam Pomfrey came over, handing Hermione a baby onesie; it was red with lions over it. Hermione chuckled at it as she placed Harry down. He let out a small cry, but she quickly showed him his new onesie.

"Harry, can I put this on for you? It's nice and soft." 

"That for me. That Arrys." 

"Yes, Harry, let's get you dressed, little man."

Hermione chuckled as she got Harry dressed, placing on a nappies that Pomfrey gave her. Then she struggled as Harry laughed and giggled as Hermione got him dressed; once down, Harry looked down at the onesie.

"Haha, it's a win, Mia, " he said as he looked down, grabbing one of the lions. 
"That rights a lion, such a smart boy."

Dumbledore returned to the room; he paused as he watched the pair, shaking his head.
"Miss Granger, I have got a set of rooms made for you and young Harry. I have even got Harry a nice.." Dumbledore was cut off with a cry.

"Arry no upboard wlease no upboard, Arry good boy."  Harry held onto Hermione as if trying to escape the old man.

"Harry, there is no cupboard, shoo, don't worry. You'll have a nice comfy bed." 

"No, cupboard; Arry gets a bed." 

"Of course Harry, no cupboard, I propose," Dumbledore spoke, and he saw fear in the young boy's eyes.

Dumbledore went to the fireplace, picked up some floo powder, and called out." Hermione Granger quarters."  the fireplace lit as the man walked through, singling for them to the fellow. Hermione, holding Harry, walked into the room. Once inside, she noticed it was more an apartment than a bedroom; it was huge, and there was an ensuite with a shower and a large bath. A queen-sized bed, a cot next to the bed, and a lounge area with children play. Children play mats on the floor with some toys already on them.

There was a small kitchen with two wardrobes, one for her and one for Harry. The floor was carpeted. It was nice and soft. It was perfect; it had lots of room for Harry to play for when he got more toys. It had an enchanted roof like the great hall, but this one seemed more for Harry, who nervously looked around the room; as he spotted the cot, he hid his head, whimpering. Dumbledore waved his wand, removing it straight away.

"Tomorrow, we shall go into town and get whatever Harry will need; for now, I'm hopeful this will do." With that, he left through the door with a sad smile.

"Well, Harry, what do you think, huh,"  Hermione spoke as she bounced Harry; she kneeled, placing Harry's feet down, giving him a reassuring smile.

Harry looked at her once again. Once he got another smile and nod, he began to explore the new room, looking around and biting his lip as he saw the toys. He eyed them, looking at Hermione again, who had a gentle smile on his face. 

"They're all yours darling, don't worry, no one is going to take them." 
Harry pointed to the toys and himself; Hermione chuckled, nodding again. Harry wondered once, falling on his bum as he grabbed the toy train with one hand and held his blanket with another, placing a corner in his mouth as he played with the train.

Their room door opened slowly as McGonagall came in; he saw Harry on the floor, whose eyes widened as he watched the door.

"It's okay, Harry, it's just Professor McGonagall; you keep playing, okay, darling? Oh, do you want some juice?" She watched his little eyes light up, but he didn't respond. Before she could do anything, McGonagall already had a bottle in her hand.

" Oh, thank you, Professor."  Hermione took the bottle, crouching to Harry, gently rubbing his head. Harry gently put down the train, taking the drink.
"tank you." Harry gently took the bottle and began to guzzle down the drink. 
"Oh darling, slowly, there's plenty of it. you can have more whenever you need it." Harry nodded, taking the bottle out of his mouth to breathe. Hermione smiled once again, kissing his head. 

Leaving Harry to his toys and juice, the two women stepped back, giving him some room but ensuring they were in sight of the boy.

"He needs a pacifier, but I don't think I could transfigure one, could you, Professor."

"Of course, I can. Do you have anything I could use, Miss Granger?" 
"Oh, could you use this?" Hermione held up Harry's old lollypop stick.

With a chuckle, McGonagall nodded; as she took the stick, waving her wand, there was now a red pacifier with a Lion on the front; she made her way over to Harry. 

"Hello, M.. Harry, I have something for you. Let's take that lovely blanket out of your mouth, and you can have this." Harry looked for Hermione's approval, but he dropped the corner of his blanket and gently reached for another new gift he was getting with another small thank you. He placed it in his mouth with a smile and giggled as he started to suck on it.

"Well, thank you for taking him in, Miss Granger; if you need anything, please let me know. I have set some elves to bring you your dinner here and to bring something for young Harry, too." With that, she was gone; Hermione summoned an elf and asked for some tea and some milk for Harry as she sat down and played with Harry.

1 Hour later. 

Dobby popped into the room, scaring Harry, but once Hermione told Harry who he was, Harry began to show Dobby his toys.

"Obby, play with Arry," Harry said with his pacifier in his mouth; Hermione saw Dobby's eyes fill up with joy. 

"How bout Dobby plays with you while I let your dinner cool down a little, so 5 minutes."  Hermione smiled as Harry took Dobby's hand and showed him his toys. After 5 minutes, Dobby hugged Hermione tearfully, praising her for letting him play with Harry. She saw Harry watch her hug the elf goodbye; Harry waved bye to Dobby, asking him to come to play again.

Hermione sat Harry in the highchair that the Headmaster must have gotten the elves to get, gently tying a napkin around his neck. Hermione got some chicken and mashed carrot on a fork to feed Harry, who seemed shocked about getting food but ate it; she then handed him his fork and watched as he ate quickly, just like the juice.

"Oh Harry, slowly, remember you don't want to be sick; Harry, I will give you food when you're hungry, okay darling." swallowing the food he had in his mouth, Hermione wiped his face. 

"Arry, get food when ungry." His voice was small as if he didn't understand.

"Yes, when you're hungry or thirsty."  Smiling as she returned his fork, she watched him eat slowly but still weary. 

Once they had both eaten, Hermione chuckled at Harry, wishing she had a Carma as Harry had gravy and some mashed carrot all over his little face. Hermione picked Harry up, taking him to the bathroom for a bath. Making sure the water was warm but was too cold or hot as she bathed him, he couldn't help but giggle as Hermione washed his face and hair. 

"Right bedtime, you'll be with me on that big bed. Is that okay, Harry?" With a quick nod from him as he yawned, snuggling in close, Hermione quickly got changed; she placed Harry back into the onesie, making sure it was clean first and a new nappy; the pair snuggled together as they both fell asleep after a long, confusing day.